Don’t ask me about past bygone

I wrote this poem a few days back in my mother tongue , অসমীয়া  (pronounced Axomiya, also known as Assamese) and translated to Bengali and shared with my friends and family. After a couple of days I translated the poem to Hindi and English in that order.  Among the four, Hindi is my weak point. Sharing all four version with English first and the others in the order written.

Ask me not what pain is hidden

Behind the smile

Past is buried today

Long forgotten Continue reading “Don’t ask me about past bygone”

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Timing Matters

I kept silent

To buy peace

I kept silent

To get my

Wants fulfilled

I kept silent

For safety and security

I kept silent

For homogeneity

Now silenced

Neither did I

Buy peace

Nor freedom

For perceived safety

Bartered freedom

Forgetting history

And the millions

Who paid the price

Of my silence

With their lives

Taking shelter

Behind God’s will

To justify silence

As the powerful

Cavorted

And now chained

I suffer

Feeding the ego

Of a narcissist

And sleeping with

A cobra

Exciting but deadly

Pound of flesh

Will be extracted

Foolish to think

God created the

Gas chambers

Time to remain silent

Long past

Timing matters

Shadow of the stars

When the stars cast their shadows

And the moon goes dark

Path uneven lies forward

Every step out of sight

Eyes of the octopus targeted

At your heart

Sinewy tentacles keep pulling back

Down to the bottom of a dark past

When everything seems lost

And pervasive defeatism creeps in

Wounded soul comforted

By false bravado of

Suicidal paranoia

There is still hope to clutch

As the world turns

Sunrise not far

Shadows retreat

Path uneven lighted

Steps surefooted

As the shadows of fear shrink

Retreating stars smile

Depression fades away

Dance of the pious

When they look away

From the lies

And condone it

Because the liar

Serves their purpose

Truth sheds a solitary tear

And the Crocodiles smile

Somewhere the forgotten call

For a thousand year reich

Raises its ugly head

As goose stepping lemmings

Joyous in a macabre dance

Hail the false messaiah

Bell tolls for the masses

As correctness misguided

Rules the day

God, forlorn, irrelevant, ponders

If ends justify the means

Decision

In the course of life of a man

Comes a time to make a decision

And has to live with its repercussion

Those fortunate to see it come to fruition

A thriving life without any depression

Those making a mistake and seeking redemption

Right or wrong, make peace and move on

Or be ready for a lifelong frustration

Survive or thrive, no one but you it depends on

One way or the other, life goes on

So throw away the fear and make that decision

 

The living dead

Why is this charade of living
Every moment is a struggle
A life living like a dead
Why this thirst unquenched
Relive daily the struggle to live
Is it just an illusion
A role playing
Dead playing the living
O’ you romantic
Yearning for a night
Under the starlit sky
Come share my bed
On the street
Even the full moon
Casts a dark shadow here
Hear my story and chronicle
The life of a living dead